The Law of Club and Fang

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ORDER IS CRUEL FANTASY. NO CIVILITY. MEN OF VIOLENCE, BRUTES, SCRABBLING OVER THE LAST FEW SCRAPS OF MEAT IN AN EVER-GROWING FURY. AS THE YOUNG AND ABLE TRAMPLE THE OLD AND INFIRM. THEY KNOW ONLY THE COLD GRIP OF FEAR. HERE THERE IS NEITHER PEACE NOR REST NOT A SINGLE PRECIOUS BREATH OF AIR. OUR HIDES FLECKED WITH BLOOD AND THE GRIME OF OUR BROTHERS. WE REVEL IN THIS UNCHANGING MIRE. THE ONLY LAW IS THAT OF CLUB AND FANG. WE ARE ALL FLUNG FROM THE WOMB INTO AN ETERNAL CYCLE OF DEPRAVITY- INTO OUR LIVES OF QUIET DESPERATION.